“My Lord, Prince Anchang has sent word that they have completed all preparations to welcome the imperial envoy. He asks when you plan to enter the city?”
Xiao Zhengzi stood properly, bowing outside the carriage. A moment later, An Sheng’s cold, crisp voice came from within, neither loud nor soft: “Inform them that the procession will camp and rest outside the eastern gate of Lin’s City today, and enter the city tomorrow morning.”
“Yes, your servant will take his leave!”
Xiao Zhengzi left in a hurry. Had he lingered but a moment longer, he would have heard the faint, unresisting moans that belonged only to a woman.
At this moment, inside the carriage, An Sheng had A Mei pressed beneath him. He muffled her rosy little mouth with his own, while his large hands roamed over A Mei’s body... slipping past the hem of her skirt to reach beneath her silken undergarments.
A Mei’s small face flushed bright red. Her arms were tightly crossed over her chest, and she glared at An Sheng with a mixture of annoyance and indignation, her brows furrowed.
Finally, in a brief gap for breath, A Mei whimpered out: “No, mmm, no more! Husband!”
An Sheng’s breathing was rapid, his dark, deep eyes clouded with obvious lust. He kissed from her cheek to her ear, then, biting her earlobe, said: “Why not? It’s been days now. You won’t let me kiss you, won’t let me touch you—I can’t hold back any longer! What, does my lady not want it?”
These words made A Mei’s face grow even hotter and redder with urgency. Especially with An Sheng’s heavy breathing and his movements turning wild and rough, that naked, all-consuming sense of invasion was enough to make A Mei utterly lost in intoxication. Yet the last shred of reason pulled her back. Shy and flustered, she pushed weakly against his chest with boneless hands, protesting in a coquettish voice: “Husband, you’re doing this on purpose! How could I not want it? You know very well that it’s because I want it so badly that I won’t let you kiss or touch me.”
An Sheng used one hand to easily pin A Mei’s protective arms above her head, while the other gripped a soft, tender fullness with satisfaction.
A look of urgent need appeared on An Sheng’s face, and he coaxed and soothed by her ear: “I understand that my lady is shy because this carriage has thin walls and makes noise. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle—I won’t let anyone find out.”
A Mei gave a soft, petulant hum, her body growing numb and restless under An Sheng’s wandering caresses. Her large eyes, gradually hazing over with desire, glistened as she stared at An Sheng, and she spoke in a pitiful, pleading tone with a hint of spoilt stubbornness: “But I can’t hold it in! A Mei really doesn’t want to do it in the carriage. Husband, let’s endure a little longer—won’t we enter the city tomorrow?”
By now, A Mei’s body had melted into a puddle of softness. Her hair, which An Sheng had carefully combed for her earlier, had come loose and tangled, even the hairpin having slipped off at some point. Her gaze fluttered and drifted. This timid, yielding, yet inviting posture made the burning desire An Sheng had barely suppressed for days erupt like a volcano, flooding over him in an instant.
The violent restraint made his entire face twitch. He pressed his tongue against his teeth, and finally gritted out a few words: “No, I really can’t bear it anymore!”
A Mei pouted her little mouth, her mind locked in a fierce battle. At last, the sense of shame befitting an imperial envoy’s wife barely triumphed over the body’s craving for pleasure. She shook her head with rare firmness: “No, husband, you are now Lord High Envoy, and we—mmph!”
Before A Mei could finish, suddenly... he cut off her voice, making it impossible for her to cry out.
A Mei’s eyes flew wide open, her gaze filled with disbelief, as if she couldn’t believe her husband could treat her so roughly!
Then... (excerpt deleted) ...
A Mei: !!!
An Sheng ripped open the fastener at his collar, his gaze dark and unreadable, a surge of excitement and raw craving churning at the bottom of his eyes. When he met A Mei’s shocked yet fearless gaze, a smug, gratified smile tugged at the corner of his lips, even as he said carefully: “My lady, my darling, I truly can’t hold back any longer. Forgive me—once it’s over, I’ll let you punish me however you like.”
...
A Mei: !
“Be good, don’t move. I’ll be gentle—I’ll take good care of you.”
A Mei: ...
“Don’t be afraid. It feels good. Be good.”
A Mei: ...
“Stay still, darling, relax. No one can hear us.”
A Mei: ...
